When you have a captive audience, sometimes it’s hard for not to put on a bit of a show. Standing in the middle of the garden, a warm wet smattering of liquid splashed across the top of my bare foot. My wife reluctantly watches with morbid curiosity from behind the protection of the double French doors as I put a white disposable cup to my lips.
Quickly she turns away, suppressing the urge to gag, shivering silently repulsed. Daughter, with her own matching plastic cup mimics daddies mime to mummy’s distain. Unable to resist, I slowly lick my lips just to lower the tone that little bit more. Down turning my mouth I nod with a mimed approval at the taste.
Quickly she turns away, suppressing the urge to gag, shivering silently repulsed. Daughter, with her own matching plastic cup mimics daddies mime to mummy’s distain. Unable to resist, I slowly lick my lips just to lower the tone that little bit more. Down turning my mouth I nod with a mimed approval at the taste.
Mmm ‘Salty’.
Without further-a-do, I go and pour the rest of the cups steaming contents in a strategic line along the border of the garden. Through the double glazed doors I hear my daughter call- 'Me help too daddy!!'
I do the same with the second and third cup, left over cutlery from last week’s BBQ which never got used. Too small for adults to use, they were a handy receptacle for my wife to hastily pass to me while I filled them in the down stairs loo. Like a two person yellow water bucket chain ‘we’ filled each cup in quick succession, pleasantly pleased I still have the ability to stop mid flow- much to my wife’s surprise.
It's the councils fault really, they were the ones who suggest it, and almost immediately the fox got the message once the garden started to smell of my pee. Or at least for the first three days, it seems he’s been successful gaining access to a hutch before, having been chased off on more than one occasion having been seen ‘digging’ at the hutch latches. Simply chasing him away isn’t working, ultrasonic deterrents or repellents may upset the rabbits as well- we are quickly running out of options. At the moment we’re looking at spike strips, which also work on humans, the trouble is that it means getting permission from all three of our neighbours (if either one says no, the spikes will be useless), not to mention its £11 per five meters and considering we have a 15m long garden, it’s going to be a complicated and expensive exercise.
Watch this space.
Without further-a-do, I go and pour the rest of the cups steaming contents in a strategic line along the border of the garden. Through the double glazed doors I hear my daughter call- 'Me help too daddy!!'
I do the same with the second and third cup, left over cutlery from last week’s BBQ which never got used. Too small for adults to use, they were a handy receptacle for my wife to hastily pass to me while I filled them in the down stairs loo. Like a two person yellow water bucket chain ‘we’ filled each cup in quick succession, pleasantly pleased I still have the ability to stop mid flow- much to my wife’s surprise.
It's the councils fault really, they were the ones who suggest it, and almost immediately the fox got the message once the garden started to smell of my pee. Or at least for the first three days, it seems he’s been successful gaining access to a hutch before, having been chased off on more than one occasion having been seen ‘digging’ at the hutch latches. Simply chasing him away isn’t working, ultrasonic deterrents or repellents may upset the rabbits as well- we are quickly running out of options. At the moment we’re looking at spike strips, which also work on humans, the trouble is that it means getting permission from all three of our neighbours (if either one says no, the spikes will be useless), not to mention its £11 per five meters and considering we have a 15m long garden, it’s going to be a complicated and expensive exercise.
